IslandAffair

growled, his
accent thickened by his arousal as he smoothed on the thin latex sheath.
    “Yes sir.”
    “Laugh if you like, leannan , but you’re seconds away
from me spankin’ your arse.”
    “Is that so?” Robin glanced over his shoulder, eyes wicked.
“Well, I think you and my ‘arse’ are gonna be too busy in just a minute.” He
hissed as he felt John’s fingers spread cold lubricant over his opening, into
him, pushing deep with a burning pressure. Robin’s cock pulsed with the need
for release but when he moved to stroke it John grabbed his hands and held them
firmly above his head.
    The scratch of John’s stubble and the softness of his lips
made him shiver as his lover kissed his way up the nape of his neck to nip at
his earlobe. “Are you ready, Robin?”
    “Fuck yes, I’m ready, I am beyond ready. Do it now,
John.”
    The pressure from those fingers disappeared and Robin almost
whimpered at the loss. But the broad head of John’s cock soon nudged against
him in their place. The burning ache returned as John pressed forward. Robin
grunted as he felt the tight muscles give way.
    John groaned. “Bloody hell!”
    He eased his cock into Rob’s ass by slow increments. When
the man began to move his hips Robin cried out again at the friction and his
muscles tightened in response. John cursed softly and grasped Rob’s cock,
urging him to meet the thrusts with his own. Flesh met flesh until they were
both breathless, neither one capable of more than inarticulate sounds of
pleasure. Hands now free, Robin reached around and dug his nails into John’s
back as he came. John’s hips jerked against him in a final thrust and he too roared,
following Rob into oblivion.

Chapter Five
     
    Robin stepped out of the bathroom and pulled on a clean pair
of shorts. For a moment he debated whether or not to go naked, then smiled at
the fact that he was even considering it. Just a week ago the thought would
never have even entered his mind. A week ago he wouldn’t have had bruises on
his knees from being thoroughly fucked over the sofa either. John was obviously
a terrible influence. Before he could decide, he heard the rumble of male
voices from the kitchen and realized they had a visitor. Reluctantly he slipped
on one of John’s god-awful Hawaiian shirts, smiling as the scent of his lover
surrounded him. Rob left it unfastened and went to investigate. As he entered
the lounge the tension in the voices became evident and their words clear. He
frowned and stopped, unwilling to interrupt.
    “No.” John’s voice was vehement.
    “Don’t push me on this, John. You knew it was a possibility.
This is the whole reason I’m here with your parents’ men. It’s my job to make
sure you get back when you’re needed. Everything is packed, do what you need to
do here.” An angry slam of the kitchen door punctuated the other man’s words.
For a moment there was silence and then a soft curse. Robin walked into the
kitchen, an awful anticipation making his steps slow.
    John was leaning against the counter, fists clenched. His
heart ached at the realization of what the argument had been about. John’s
bowed head came up as he entered and Robin saw anger and misery in his eyes.
    “Robin…”
    “You’re leaving.” He wrapped his arms around himself in an
unconsciously self-protective gesture. Silently, John pulled him into his
embrace. The heat of his body surrounded Rob and his heart pounded beneath his
ear. John was shaking. Tears stung Rob’s eyes and he willed them away. John’s
bodyguard was right, they had both known this would happen. It was just
happening a little sooner than they had expected, that’s all.
    John turned him in his arms and tilted Robin’s chin ‘til
their gazes met. “Come with me. Come back to New York. I don’t want to leave
you like this, Robin. I just found you.”
    Robin’s heart shouted an exultant “ Yes! ” but it died
before it made it to his lips. He had known this man for less than a week. An
extraordinary five days where real life had rarely intruded. John’s life was in
turmoil. How could anything either of them might be feeling be trusted?
    “I can’t, John.” He pulled away from him, not wanting to see
the hurt in his eyes. “I’m due back home in three days. I have a life, a
job…responsibilities. I can’t just abandon all that for a vacation romance.”
    The heat of John’s body reached out to him as he stepped
behind him, close, but not touching. His